now thats good writing

If I do not complete my homework this weekend, blame Shauna Niequist .

what's this?

Dear God,

You didn't have to give us a beautiful February.
You didn't have to give us weather that allowed snow boots on Friday and sundresses on Sunday.
You didn't have to give us sunny walks to class to lift our spirits.
You didn't have to give us a perfect weekend for camping.

But then again,
You've always been one for doing things
you didn't have to do.

Thank you for turning my weeping into dancing.
Thank you for filling me with joy and hope and fire.
Thank you for setting me free.
Thank you for the little things,
like beautiful Februaries.

I love you more than words can say.

Yours forever,
George

3 consecutive snowdays make weekends lose their vigor.
however, this does not eliminate the school burnout i've (already) been feeling lately.
it helps, though.

i think i'm feeling artsy tonight...

another brick in the wall?

Dear Professor,
Belive it or not, I am learning many things
from the textbook required in your course.
I am learning things from you, as well,
such as
how
NOT
to be
a
teacher.

Your harsh,
inconsiderate,
and belittling comments
add nothing to my education.

But what do you care?
You teach at the college level.
Your job
is all about
you.

Thanks for the tears,
"Miss Wyllia"

giving in

Today, I finally gave in to the 21st century and surrendered $20 a month to add text messaging to my phone. It has been the funnest(/most distracting) day ever!

Responses from 3 of my closest friends:

Friend #1: "Yay! Now I can send you encouraging messages!"
Friend #2: "Awesome. Now I can send you witty messages."
Friend #3: "Sweet. Now I can send you dirty messages. ;)"

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present my friends' personalities, in a nut shell.

february 1

"Today is a perfect typical Monday morning: droopy, rainy, and cloudy. You couldn't ask for anything better. In fact, if you close your eyes, you can even see a smile spread out over Edgar Allen Poe's face."

--Dr. Krueger

(best professor to ever teach at Tech, who retired last year)

Today is the first day of my least favorite month of the year--"least favorite" being an understatement. I have held bitter feelings toward February since the 4th grade (11 years?!). I shouldn't hate February; automatically acessing bitter feelings at the beginning of a calandar month is illogical and immature.

It's just that February holds:
-dreary, wet, and cold weather
-the death anniversaries of many loved ones
-Valentine's Day (yes, I'm that person)
-nothing particularly exciting.

Plus, the month's name is not even pronounced as it is spelled. Geez.

I didn't realize that today marked the beginning of February until I read the facebook status of my friend and classmate, who seems to hold a different view of February:

"MaKayla is happy regardless of the weather. It's February! My BIRTHDAY month, mating season for skunks, and Black History Month! Woot Woot!"

When I read that approximately 15 minutes ago, I decided that I am going to try something new. This year, I am going to hold neutral feelings for February. (I do not think that I can give up my annoyance of Valentine's Day, though. I'm not there yet.) Besides, how hard can it be? Only 27 days to go!

Isaiah 62

Because I love Zion,
I will not keep still.
Because my heart yearns for Jerusalem,
I cannot remain silent.
I will not stop praying for her
until her rightousness shines like the dawn,
and her salvation blazes like a burning torch.
The nations will see your rightousness.
World leaders will be blinded by your glory.
And you will be given a new name,
by the Lord's own mouth.
The Lord will hold you in his hand for all to see--
a splendid crown in the hand of God.
Never again will you be called "The Forsaken City,"
or "The Desolate Land."
Your new name will be "The City of God's Delight,"
and "The Bride of God,"
for the Lord delights in you
and will claim you as his bride,
Your children will commit themselves to you, O Jerusalem,
just as a young man commits himself to his bride.
Then God will rejoice over you
as a bridegroom rejoices over his bride.

O Jerusalem, I have posted watchmen on your walls;
they will pray day and night, continually.
Take no rest, all you who pray to the Lord.
Give the Lord no rest until he completes his work,
until he makes Jerusalem the pride of the earth.
The Lord has sworn to Jerusalem by his own strength:
"I will never again hand you over to your enemies.
Never again will foreign warriors come
and take away your grain and new wine.
You raised the grain, and you will eat it,
praising the Lord.
Within the courtyards of the Temple,
you yourselves will drink the wine you have pressed."

Go out through the gates!
Prepare the highway for my people to return!
Smooth out the road, pull out the boulders;
raise a flag for all the nations to see.
The Lord has sent this message to every land:
"Tell the people of Israel,
'Look, your savior is coming.
See, he brings his reward with him as he comes.'"
They will be called "The Holy People"
and "The People Redeemed by the Lord."
And Jerusalem will be known as "The Desirable Place"
and "The City No Longer Forsaken."

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Now, read through this again. Replace "Zion" and "Jerusalem" with your name. Replace it with the name of your church. The name of your school. The name of your city.

For Georgia's sake, I will not keep still.

Because my heart yearns for Fellowship of Christians, I cannot remain silent.

I will not stop praying for Arkansas Tech University until her rightousness shines like the dawn.

Russellville will be given a new name.

Never again will Tech Fellowship be called "The Forsaken City" or "The Desolate Land."

Tech Fellowship's new name will be "The City of God's Delight," and "The Bride of God."

Because I love Tech Fellowship, I will not keep still.